I may not be the biggest Fred Saberhagen fan, but I’ve read through many of the Berserker collections in addition to my long-dead fascination with the Books of Swords. So, imagine the moment of horror I enjoyed when I went downstairs and was faced with the following, emblazoned on a bag of cat food:
Does anyone else get a “To Serve Man” vibe from this, or is it just me?
Today’s lesson? Always read the fine print.
I don’t know when, or if, I’m going to try another “creative project.” They all seem to go down in flames one way or another.
Have a nice weekend, everybody. I’ll be back… eventually. I suppose.
Payday arrived on the third working day of the month, as usual, and not a moment too soon because that morning I used up the last of my shampoo. Yesterday evening, after a tasty dinner at Rose’s on Broadway with Kyla, we swung through Safeway so I could pick up another bottle (and some other things I’d run out of).
In my infinite lack of wisdom, I thought nothing of the fact that the shampoo bottle, one of those push-pump jobs, was packed sideways in the black fabric grocery bag… where it sat all night on top of my other desk until this morning as I headed for the shower. Pulling out the shampoo bottle I realized that, of course, it’d been leaking. I spent several minutes cleaning the bottle. I spent several more minutes, because I’m a numbskull, figuring out how to get the pump top to pop up. (This required a look at the old bottle, and some more cleaning of slippery fluids so I could get a grip on things.)
Finally, my shower could commence, yadda yadda. Then I figured it’d be a good idea to clean out the inside of the bag. PIcking it up, I learned something new: Those black grocery bags are rather… porous. Yes, I ended up cleaning a big puddle of shampoo from my desk. Then I cleaned the bag as best I could and hung it up to dry.
I wonder if I should use conditioner on the bag, too, for fuller body and a healthier shine…
I wouldn’t say that I’m addicted to my Twitter account, nor would I say that I can quit any time I want. After all, it’s one of the best tools available to me for staying in touch with friends whether I’m in front of a computer screen or out-and-about, so until something genuinely better comes along (or it gets bought out by some corporate behemoth and subsequently trashed) I’ll be sticking with Twitter for the time being.
Yes, I’ve heard of the telephone. I just don’t like talking on the damned things.
Anyway. Short of refreshing the Twitter webpage every few minutes, and since the IM integration has gone the way of the dodo bird, a desktop application seems like a useful way to manage one’s Twitter interactions. I’m a big, big fan so far of Twhirl… and now, thanks to these instructions, I can run Twhirl under Kubuntu (the current Linux installation on my laptop).
I suppose that I’ll miss seeing the Fail Whale…
No, on second thought, I won’t.
I feel silly.
Actually, that’s not true. What I feel is down and blah and damned near to emo, whatever the hell that is. Since I don’t want to be in the dumps, however, I’m deliberately turning my mind toward silly things in an effort to perk myself up.
If you believe my previous post, I’ve been giving some thought to things I can do here that people will find entertaining on some level. As I exercise my brain in search of a great idea, I think I have something that’ll do the trick. It’s silly, it plays to my strengths, and I have some experience with the medium already.
I have just over one week to prepare it, however.
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You thought I was going to tell you what I’m doing in advance? Don’t be silly! Someone could steal my dorky lamebrained silly brilliant idea! Pish-posh! You’ll just have to wait like everyone else. Think on it as an adventure.
Yes, I’m a meanie. (Also: Terribly subtle.)
I approach forty years old. I’ll never again be that silly lad filled with nervous excitement, constantly seeking out new sights and experiences. I understand that, and accept it. C’mon: That kid was annoying, most of the time.
I don’t, however, like how far I’ve come from the days when I could dream, create, reach out and share. What have I done lately? The summer music project was, by almost any measure, a complete bust. My notable accomplishment there was in actually finishing the silly thing, but I couldn’t even continue as I meant to at the beginning, with the voice recording and music beds and clever stuff.
I need to recapture at least some of my former enthusiasm for life. The last few years were rough, but I’d hate to think that a divorce and being unemployed and getting older are enough to flatten my joie de vivre.
I believe that the first part of getting my life back involves sharing and connecting. That gregarious fellow who made good friends hither and yon seems to have disappeared, and I’d like to reclaim some of that lost life and skill. I can only do so much with the schedule I live with, mind you.
Once again, I need to put some priority into keep this silly website updated. There was a time when I posted several times a week, regularly! Can you imagine it? Do you know what else? I used to reply to email messages! I used to write email messages to people out of the blue, just to say hello and ask how they’re doing!
Yeah, I know. I can’t believe it either, anymore.
So. One more time, trying to carry on the fight against winding down. Can I do it, this time?
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